EP Underground is BACK this THURSDAY!
Posted by Chloe Wayne | Filed under Announcements
Thursday, September 17, 2009
8pm-9:30pm
LGBT Center, Carriage House
3907 Spruce St., Philadelphia, PA, 19104
(by Gregory College House)
Get your minds and bodies ready for the first spoken word poetry show of the year from the sickest poetry group on the planet. The Excelano Project is kicking it off early this year with a continuation of last year’s EP Underground Tour to raise money for our November show.
As usual we’re bringing a sick set of Excelano poetry and we’re opening up the stage for all our unsigned Penn/Philly talent to join in with the fun. Also, the night will be a special HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY to David ‘Bless’ Warner, one of EP’s finest.
Free to enter, definitely donate if you want, but most importantly just come and enjoy your show.
Excelano hopefuls are recommended to come and get some exposure on the open mic before auditions this Sunday!
Garrett’s Blog has launched!
Posted by Chloe Wayne | Filed under Announcements
Excelano poet Garrett Carey has launched his new blog The Dope Sickness showcasing sick art, design, cinema, products, and sites on the internet. Show your support at:
The Manhattan Project
Posted by Justin Ching | Filed under '08 Fall: Notes from Underground, Announcements
We held the Manhattan project in our blood line,
So we danced around New York City lights like we were born to,
Electrons with an affinity for lamp posts and all the glowing things in this world,
Tell me how to get closer to you,
Because I believe in a science called fusion,
And I want the atoms of our hearts to mingle,
To create energy and explode starfire into the night,
“Yes this means I love you,”
And I thought we would glow in the dark forever,
But I was just a boy,
Caught playing hookie in one too many science classes
when you were already three grades ahead,
And I was just too good at fakin’ it with the advanced curriculum.
So I never learned that even the sun will burnout sometime,
No longer able to kiss two protons into one helium smile,
She too will die,
A collapsed star,
I never liked how black holes sucked all the light from everything,
I said I’d rather not go out like that,
I think there’s more energy in parting,
It’s best if we go our separate ways,
And you said gladly,
Just give me what’s left of my love back,
But I never realized that breaking hearts is like splitting atoms,
How chain reactions fill chest until it weighs critical mass,
Until ribcage becomes radioactive chamber,
And my heart, a nuclear reactor,
Erupting into the three mile island of my sternum,
This is the stuff bombs are made of,
This is Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
This is Doomsday,
Screaming “My God what have done” from the Enola Gay, with mushroom clouds in our eyes,
This is fallout:
When the nuclear winter blocks out the sun,
With the ashes of everyone,
because everyone is dead.
Reminds me of times I wondered if you would be with me if I were the last boy left alive.
And it’s a curse to survive,
Radiation’s fried my immune system,
So I’m left defenseless,
To rot in my skin,
The napalm of my bones burning me from the inside,
Only I will know what pain is,
The horror of amputated limbs,
After my family tree returns from war,
And fate hacks off all the branches of our future children,
My genetics feel more like genocide,
And I’m not quite human anymore.
So lets start over,
Bring me back to the Stone Age,
And show me my basic instincts,
Whether cavemen throw rocks at storm clouds to pierce nimbus for sunlight,
Like shooting through fog for the moon,
Like cigarette burns in Brooklyn back alley ways,
Like rockets blossoming in the sky at midnight,
as if we could replant our love with explosives,
Remind me what fire feels like,
Because I’ve forgotten how to glow,
And I’m the only living boy in New York,
And you were more than just another “F” on a science test,
But even Einstein flunked out of chemistry,
And look what he gave us,
Limitless energy and a nuclear holocaust,
So I don’t know what about this project scared me more,
The possibility of success or the chance for failure,
But I’m willing to accept the consequences now,
I know you’re not here tonight,
And I know it’s my fault,
But when all seems lost in this experiment,
Lay by my bed and teach me,
That even uranium, rapidly decaying in half-lives not lived,
Does not die,
It just grows old together.
The Wall
Posted by Garrett Carey | Filed under Announcements
We were like colors
quickened from the palettes
of dreamers unfamiliar
in their own skin. We
grafted to flax and gave
back what we got
in shifted spectrums,
narrower, not
so final. I tasted
sunlight on your back
and knew nothing of who I was.
Looking back, I think
maybe I was as you drew me
all bundled up and still far
too big for my own skin,
bone softened with milky watercolor
and too well contained
on canvas to jut out
at uncomfortable angles, and maybe
you were just something
I dreamed about and tried childishly
to stick to the wall.
I too liked the flavor of black
paint. I spoke in the industry
of romance, smearing
sadness where I settled
to collect and whisper warnings
from crude, iridescent
puddles. We were artists
only in the sense that we knew
what the aftertaste of heaven
felt like on our tongues.
We were geniuses
counting on inadequate
tools, trying to cheat the science
of happiness,
painting our utopias
with colors that were never meant
to be pretty.
